The Restaurant Stage

This weekend Jaxton officially reached the Restaurant Stage. You know that stage where taking him in to a restaurant of any kind is a HUGE mistake. The stage where it takes you longer to pack a diaper bag for a one hour meal then it does to pack for a week long vacation. You have high hopes that something that you packed will entertain him long enough for you to eat your meal. The stage where every hostess in any restaurant cringes when they see you walk in the door.

You know the drill (or if you don't yet you will)...you sit down the waitress comes over and before she can ask you what you want to drink you have blurted out your entire order. As soon as she has deliver your food you lay out your credit card without even caring what the bill says. You stuff your food in your mouth as fast as you can knowing that each bite is supper yummy, even if you can't taste it because you swallowed it whole.

Once you have completed your meal you stand up to leave and give everyone around you an apologetic look. It is almost like they are cheering silently thinking thank goodness they are finally leaving. I mean not only has your baby thrown toys at them, talked extremely loudly, flicked water at them, but just look at the mess he made. Crackers, chopped up pieces of food, cereal, and smeared baby food litters the table, chairs and for heavens sake don't even think about looking at the floor.

When you finally arrive back at the car you are completely exhausted and feel like you have just survived some kind of war. You swear you are not going out to eat for the next ten years and you say a silent prayer that no one in that restaurant recognized you.

Then when next weekend rolls around you think surely it wasn't that bad.....where do you want to go eat?